i want to write some more stuff for them ;__; just been so exhausted

i miss dramione

the heart yearns.. #reylo #reyloart

KLAUS THIS IS THE BEST NEWS OMGGG DUDE IM SOOO PROUD OF YOU 😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️

what they deserved #reylo #reyloart

this was so good!!!!! i keep re-reading it 🫶 I’d have never guessed english wasn’t your first language, you have such a brilliant way with words!! i’m obsessed

#dramione //

It was a truth universally acknowledged that Hermione Granger possessed a far more daring disposition than was appropriate for a lady. This inclination manifested itself in many ways, most notably in her penchant for driving a carriage with a nonchalance that bordered on recklessness.

Need to scream into the world again how much I love all of my trans and non-binary friends. The world is so awful to you right now, I just need you all to know how much I love you.

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just started tweaking thinking about all of my ships this applies to

i eat it up everytime

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rewatched spirited away and now I’m feeling emo again, they put crack in studio ghibli movies i swear

✨ #dhr ✨

TW: SLIGHT NSFW

Watching Malfoy navigate the Muggle world was a source of endless entertainment for Hermione—especially when he struggled with tasks that were laughably simple, like mopping or washing the dishes.

tasty

Do you know why a president would do all the most evil and heinous shit via Executive Order? Because his party can't easily make it law. And if they can't make it law, they can't make it last.

Don't let anyone make you feel like this is The End. Do not let them demoralize you. Live to see them die.

All I can really say at this point is if everyone isn't watching how trans people have lost basic rights and protections on a scale that hasn't been seen in decades in the span of 72 hours and realizing that even if you aren't trans there's nothing stopping it from happening to you, you're a fool

girls only want one thing and it's reylo kisses

not sure where to look elsewhere for employment either because of the disabilities i have, just need everything to slow tf down right now im so overwhelmed

been feeling so defeated this week since i found out they cut my hours at work to cut costs, i hate capitalism

Spreading the word because I'm livid. DON'T sell fanfiction for profit. DON'T buy physical copies of fanfiction. Tagging fandoms I personally interact w but this message applies to all fandoms. Selling fanfic for profit is ILLEGAL. #AO3 #Fanfiction #hpfandom #hpfanfic #dhr #dramione #drarry #tomione

just lost braincells reading that sentence, bro doesn’t even know what character he’s playing

Wow. it must feel terrible when someone takes something you made and uses it without permission or payment

“Save me a dance.” He said lowly, the indent of his grin pressed up against her cheek.

And with that he was gone.

Leaving her with even less air in her lungs.

The image of their most recent rendezvous flashed unbidden in her mind. Scorching mouth on her neck, on her clavicles, on her breasts, dragging and teasing her flesh, dipping toward her—

Molten heat spread through her loins.

“You—“ She spluttered, words garbling in her mouth. Incoherent.

Then he was tugging her toward him with too much vehemence, pulling her up, as he swiftly bent down.

“Scream then.” He whispered lowly against her ear, ripping a gasp from her, “Or have your lungs given out from the last time? Shall I give you something real to scream about again?”

His thumb was rubbing insistent circles on her knuckles. The gesture neither soothing or endearing. An action for a reaction.

She gave him nothing. Met his stare with her own look of cool indifference.

The latter kicked in a moment later when her senses came to, and she yanked her hand back, infuriated.

His grip was unyielding.

“Draco.” She said, growing impatient. Silver eyes merely twinkled in response.

“Let go of me this instant, or I’ll…” She raised her chin in a challenge, “I’ll scream.”

“Will they, Granger?”

Her carriage had pulled up in a quieter part of the street, sequestered amongst the long shadows of trees and low lamplight. Though it was still visible to anyone who squinted. Casted a long enough look in their direction.

Theses thought both exhilarated and terrified her.

More people were beginning to appear, pooling out of their carriages in droves. The low hum of the quartet beckoning her forth. But she remained immobile, swallowed up by the intense heat of his gaze. The thundering of her pulse loud in her ears.

“Someone will see us.”

His grin had turned lupine.

Her heart fluttered as he lifted her gloved hand to his mouth.

A thin layer of silk was all that separated his lips from her flesh. But she felt the weight of it all the same. A searing, lingering promise of what might come later, hidden in some darkened alcove. Away from the beady eyes of the ton.

Her lips thinned, and with an aggravated huff, she conceded. Slipped her gloved palm into his own, lifted the hem of her dress with the other and allowed him to guide her down the steps.

“Arriving without a chaperone?” He asked smoothly.

Her eye twitched.

“Harry’s running late.”

“Hm.”